Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 549 - 480 Who Cares if the Floods are Sky-High

Chapter 549 -480: Who Cares if the Floods are Sky-High (6K, asking for monthly passes)

Chapter 549 -480: Who Cares if the Floods are Sky-High (6K, asking for monthly passes)

“I’ll see you out.”

After the laughter died, Yin Yajun stepped up to the door and bowed solemnly.

Outside the courtyard, a few young disciples from Xuan Yue City couldn’t help but stop to look inside.

They saw the renowned Heavenly Sword Fairy, with a trace of helplessness, looking back and saying, “I have imposed upon you.”

Then she proceeded to leave the courtyard, quickly departing from the City Lord’s mansion with two escorts from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

“…”

The young disciples exchanged glances, each sighing with a hint of melancholy.

It seemed as though Xuan Yue City hadn’t suffered any calamity caused by the Demon Race; its three hundred subordinate cities remained prosperous and bustling.

But in reality, just a decree passed down from the Immortal Sect was enough to significantly lower its real status. Even a mere gesture from the Dragon Descendants could press down on the City Lord so hard that he struggled to catch his breath.

Now, even their last hope had vanished.

They had all grown up with the young lady, yet they could only watch as she was married off to Wang Yang, perhaps never to set foot on land again.

“Why stand there foolishly? Get on with your own tasks,” Yin Yajun urged, squeezing out a smile on her delicate face: “I’m getting married, not attending a funeral.”

She waved her sleeves lightly, indicating everyone should leave.

The Xuan Yue City disciples clenched their fists quietly, their voices trembling slightly: “We shall diligently cultivate… and shall not let down the Miss.”

“What nonsense are you talking?”

Yin Yajun covered her mouth with a chuckle, turned slowly, and pushed the door open to enter.

She appeared composed on the surface, but her hands hidden inside her sleeves trembled imperceptibly as she slowly closed the door.

When she was cut off from the outside view,

She crouched down gently, her shoulders shaking slightly. Being a lady who had never left Xuan Yue City from birth,

Yin Yajun couldn’t even begin to imagine the silent and terrifying scene beneath the endless Wang Yang.

Leaving home to accompany demons,

Su Yushang was truly her last hope… but she couldn’t force anything.

Just like watching her father turn his back, still standing tall but unable to look her in the eye, she found herself unable to utter any more pleas.

For Yin Yajun, she had no idea whom to blame for this matter.

Should she blame the Nanyang Immortal Sect that she had never met?

She had no concept of them at all.

It was probably only unfortunate that a General under the Dragon Descendants just happened to need a wife and happened to choose her.

Yin Yajun rubbed her eyes vigorously.

Squatting on the ground, with tearful eyes, she practiced once more how to smile sweeter.

If she was to be wed, she must make it count and not bring more trouble to Xuan Yue City.

Meanwhile,

Everyone witnessed Su Yushang’s resolute departure from Xuan Yue City.

“Fairy, are we returning to the sect now?” the two escorts sighed. They also had a good impression of Xuan Yue City, where they had many old friends.

Su Yushang deliberately strolled through the streets, her lips curling into a fierce snarl akin to a young beast’s, whispering, “Return my ass. As long as I haven’t plunged into the water, I’m not its wife.”

Hearing this, the faces of the two escorts changed slightly, and they instantly fell silent as if chilled to the bone.

They had not anticipated that the Heavenly Sword Fairy would be so audacious. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

“Don’t worry, everything has been prepared,” Su Yushang said, pulling out an Array Plate and playfully twirling it in her hand.

In the space of a breath, her aura suddenly gained a bit more of an ethereal, soaring quality, a sly smile creeping across her lips: “Daozi Brother Yuanzhou shouldn’t mind, right?”

For Returned Void Cultivators, changing one’s appearance was easy, but what was essential was to alter one’s aura.

Su Yushang specifically borrowed this precious Array Plate, obviously planning her ruse before leaving the sect.

With the stature of the Nan Hong Seven Sons, it wasn’t only Su Hongxiu who could handle affairs.

As for the choice of Wei Yuanzhou,

Since he had previously assisted the Nanyang Sect, it wouldn’t hurt for him to lend a hand again; the credibility would be higher.

Besides, he was a gentleman and would likely be more lenient when taking his revenge.

“…”

The two escorts rolled their eyes and pretended to hear nothing.

With the Fairy’s strength at the eleventh layer of Return to Void, impersonating a Disciple of Lingyun Sect, who was considered powerful even in White Jade Capital, would only fool those turtles.

It was at that moment,

Su Yushang suddenly glanced aside.

She noticed at the entrance of a tall building on the street side, a figure in an Ink Robe standing proudly, followed by a companion in a black robe. As she turned her head, those two figures had already entered the building.

“What is it?” an escort asked curiously.

“Nothing,” Su Yushang shook her head, momentarily feeling a sense of familiarity but not being able to recall where she had seen them before. Logically, anyone who made an impression on her wouldn’t be an unknown, so why the feeling of unfamiliarity? It was indeed strange.

The demon qi spreading through the air suddenly interrupted her contemplation.

All of them looked up at the sky in unison.

Amidst the azure vault of heaven, waves surged seemingly from nowhere, rolling in from afar with an overwhelming force, the sound of the waves constant and deafening.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Two flags fluttered in the air, featuring a domineering Spiky Yellow Dragon with wings on its back, signifying the maternal lineage of this Dragon Descendant.

Eighteen elite members of the Demon Race were in charge of carrying the flags, presenting gifts, and escorting.

They surrounded the young man in the center, whose appearance could just about be described as dashing, except for the bald head and the ferocious scar from his eye sockets to his lower jaw, adding a fierce aspect.

Without Dragon Horns on his head, he certainly wasn’t the Dragon Descendant himself.

But he had the privilege of raising the Dragon Descendant’s flags.

Considering his age,

The identity of this young man was clear.

He was the young lord of the turtle army, under Ke Xuanching, the seventh Dragon Descendant.